A skeleton clad in black armor sits astride a beautiful white horse. They are walking over the people, a member of royalty, a bishop. a woman and her child. Death comes to the high and the low and does not discriminate. The Messenger of Death carries a black flag with a five pointed white star on it. Five is the number of change. The white star of purity against the blackness of death signals change and transformation. All things change–relationships, jobs, life. Nothing is forever. Except the soul. It is good to acknowledge when systems no longer serve their usefulness or purpose, they must be allowed to die. With a death comes the hope of a new beginning.
The Queen of Swords sits on her throne gazing into the future. A beam of light hits the hilt of the sword that she holds in her right hand. Another beam finds it’s way to the butterfly carving on the legs of her throne. This queen is all about tough love. She see things clearly and makes fair judgments. If you are on the receiving side of one such judgment, know that although it might come with the bluntness of a double-edged sword, you must remember it is for your own good. This queen is an instrument of transformation as witnessed by the number of butterflies alighting the landscape.
If, during the week, you find yourself in the position of queen with judgements and rulings to make, heed the words of Shakespeare’s Portia, as you make those pronouncements: “The quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth as the gentle main from heaven upon the place beneath.”